277.Chapter 277: Ten Ghosts Protect the Body, Eight Ghosts Open the Way (2)

What caught my eye was a group of "people" in suits and leather shoes, who formed a "human wall", staring at me without exception and blocking me out. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

If they are really the Black Society, then it will be easy to do, after all, my brother is a person with a military position, and the Black Society will be awesome again, dare to fight against the country's armed forces?

But these guys in front of them are not only not black and astringent, but they can't even be called people, because they are the same as the four guys standing at the door, their eyes are jet black, and there is no whites of their eyes.

At the same time, I clearly captured their evil aura hidden beneath their anger.

I'll fuck it, it's all fucking ghosts!

Heroes don't suffer immediate losses! I swallowed my saliva and laughed dryly: "I'm playing with my eldest brother, don't take it seriously, don't take it seriously." ā€

Jokes, although my brother can't see the resentment on them, but as the saying goes, "two fists are hard to beat four hands, and a good man can't stand up to a lot of people", there are many ghosts, how can I touch this mold? Besides, the people watching the door outside are all at the level of ghosts, and the people in the house can be at the level of ghosts? I haven't heard of letting the eldest brother stand guard and the younger brother enjoy the blessings.

I, a Mr. Yin and Yang, made such a big concession, and it was supposed that they should be polite to me, but I thought that not only did they not give me a good face, but they glared angrily one by one, as if I was a villain full of evil, and should be cut by a thousand cuts.

I was so angry that I almost couldn't help but spray them a few times with the blood on the tip of my tongue, but in the end I still held back, what's so good about fighting and killing all day long?

I pulled out a cigarette and put it in my mouth, then lit it with a lighter, trying to smoke a cigarette to loosen my nerves.

I didn't know that I lit it seven or eight times, and when I looked up, I saw a long-faced ghost pulling his neck and blowing it.

Paralyzed, ghost blowing lamp!

Lao Tzu stood in front of him alive and dared to blow my lamp, too arrogant!!

I would have turned my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shone on the ditch.

If Lao Tzu didn't give him some color today, he wouldn't know that Ma Wang Ye had three eyes. Grandma's, what if there are ghosts in this house? It's a big deal that after the fight, Lao Tzu will draw a Da Luo Jin body immortal talisman, I still don't believe it, I can't get out of this house with my brother's ability.

It's better to act than to move, I pulled out the evil sword, and said coldly: "Rabbit cub, this is what you forced grandpa!" ā€

After that, I squirted a mouthful of blood on the tip of my tongue at the evil sword: "The night frost is better than the snow, and the lonely lamp shines on the night people; The sword dawns, and the white tiger descends to the dust; The spirit is my food, and the demon is not close to ......"

"Don't bother with it, the tiger roaring can't hurt my ten ghosts." I was reciting the mantra when I heard Chun Yutu's voice float out, and then he lifted the curtain and walked out of it.

When he came out this time, he seemed to be more tired, not so much walking, but stumbling, looking like a soft-footed shrimp, he sat down on the chair as soon as he saw this, and those black-clothed ghosts hula-la-la surrounded him in the middle, and he escaped the posture of protecting the head of state.

"Ten ghosts?" I quickly glanced at the ghosts, one, two, three, four, five, six, no, no more, no less, exactly six, plus four outside, a whole ten!

When I determined that it was really the Ten Ghosts, I stared at Chun Yutu's face in disbelief, stretched out my finger and pointed upward.